Matthew

My dear love a love so dear
Tis a meek moral of fear
I know better than to trust the heart
But if u die alone does it fall apart
Crumble and spew a red blooded mass
Rotten a temple so full of class
I see a table its women are grey
Grey from the pain they feel today
I wish I was you in my hour of need
I wish I was stone so I couldn’t bleed